An old, wrinkly, bitterly, belly-dried, elderly man was sitting on a slovenly torn deck. He stared deeply at the lonely, unlively, unclearly, dirty, blue ocean. There wasn't a sight of a lovely beauty to watch.

Lost in his barely, wackily hollow-mind, he recalled the past while sorrowfully, regretfully holding on to his broken, ridiculously-cheap cane. Realising his ghastly act he comprehended that he really was a parasitically unkindly man, instead of that bravely, courageously youthful captain he thought he was.

He ended up as a lonely, unworthily rundown pirate. He wasn´t usefully active to anyone in his worldly digusted life.

Paritosh Chandra Dugar

9/6/2018 08:57:18 pm

So beautifully written! So richly, adverbially and adjectivally, packed!